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... shore , Rush the night - prowlers on the prey , And turn to groans his roundelay . Strange — that where Nature loved to trace , As if for Gods , a dwelling - place , And every charm and grace hath mix'd Within the paradise she fix'd ...
... shore , Rush the night - prowlers on the prey , And turn to groans his roundelay . Strange — that where Nature loved to trace , As if for Gods , a dwelling - place , And every charm and grace hath mix'd Within the paradise she fix'd ...
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... shore ; ' Tis Greece , but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet , so deadly fair , We start , for soul is wanting there . Hers is the loveliness in death , That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom ...
... shore ; ' Tis Greece , but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet , so deadly fair , We start , for soul is wanting there . Hers is the loveliness in death , That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom ...
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... shore is this ? The gulf , the rock of Salamis ! These scenes , their story not unknown , Arise , and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add ...
... shore is this ? The gulf , the rock of Salamis ! These scenes , their story not unknown , Arise , and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires ; And he who in the strife expires Will add ...
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... shore Receives him by the lovely light That best becomes an Eastern night . * * Who thundering comes on blackest steed , With slacken'd bit and hoof of speed ? Beneath the clattering iron's sound The cavern'd echoes wake around In lash ...
... shore Receives him by the lovely light That best becomes an Eastern night . * * Who thundering comes on blackest steed , With slacken'd bit and hoof of speed ? Beneath the clattering iron's sound The cavern'd echoes wake around In lash ...
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... shore Shakes with the clattering tramp no more ; The crag is won , no more is seen His Christian crest and haughty mien . " Twas but an instant he restrain'd That fiery barb so sternly rein'd ; ' Twas but a moment that he stood , Then ...
... shore Shakes with the clattering tramp no more ; The crag is won , no more is seen His Christian crest and haughty mien . " Twas but an instant he restrain'd That fiery barb so sternly rein'd ; ' Twas but a moment that he stood , Then ...
Términos y frases comunes
accents Amaun apostolic palace arms band beneath Beppo blood Bonnivard bosom breast breath brow call'd calpac Cavalier Servente cheek Conrad dare dark dead death deed deep despair doom dread dream earth faithless fate fear feel fell fix'd foes gaze Giaffir Giaour glance grave grief Gulnare hand Haram hate hath head heard heart heaven Hellespont hope horsetails hour Houris knew Lara Lara's light limbs lips lonely look look'd Mazeppa Moslem Mussulman ne'er never night Note nought numbers o'er once Pacha pale Parisina pass'd perchance pride rest rose round scarce seem'd Selim she-the shore sigh silent sire slave smile sooth soul sound stamp'd steed stern stood strife tale tears tell thee thine thou thought Timariot turban Turkish turn'd Twas Venice voice wall wave Whate'er wild wind words wound youth Zuleika
Pasajes populares
Página 321 - But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing Of gentle breath and hue.
Página 318 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes Ran over with the glad surprise, And they that moment could not see I was the mate of misery.
Página 321 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Página 307 - ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art ! For there thy habitation is the heart, — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned, — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Página 309 - MY hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears :+ My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are bann'd, and barr'd — forbidden fare...
Página 315 - Most cherish'd since his natal hour, His mother's image in fair face. The infant love of all his race.
Página 93 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,' Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Página 315 - Oh, God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...